[ Acht's performed for crowds before... But that's a faded, distant memory muddled with self doubt and bad decisions... Their time as a totally sanitized octoling didn't help matters. It's a miracle they kept their musical talents the whole time, but now that they managed to regain their memory and consciousness the doubts began to creep back in...
Until the person they were trying to impress gives them a crowd's worth of applause. ]
Really...? [ Was this guy buttering them up...? Nah, they need to just accept the praise. It's for a temp job, after all. ] Thanks. Glad you like it.
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Until the person they were trying to impress gives them a crowd's worth of applause. ]
Really...? [ Was this guy buttering them up...? Nah, they need to just accept the praise. It's for a temp job, after all. ] Thanks. Glad you like it.
[ A faint smile spreads across their lips. ]